If You Decide to Love Someone
The society is groomed to believe
that “Love” is a safe haven
for insecurity,
for loneliness, and
for unhealed trauma to thrive.
Regret,
Hatred, and
Wounds that won’t stay closed
because we hang on so tight
to what we had that was perfect, in turn,
craving for that one specific “Love” once again,
only to realize that it will never be the same,
even if that person came back.
I did not feel weak
even the slightest when she came,
she built me up,
showed me powerful,
genuine, and
nurturing love.
She stayed around
so I’d get my head together, and
realize how much damage
I’ve been doing to myself,
how I refused to bury my past,
so I’d have a future with her.
Her and I are like Yin and Yang
— we made that personal.
I’d write her poems, and
I never believed in a God,
didn’t believe in a Heaven, but
she made me feel like
I was closer to “God”
than the angels ever could be.
Her love was like a constant blanket
that I had over me,
that kept me warm, and
I could feel it.
I was Superman bathed perfectly in titanium, and
fear didn’t exist at all.
She was my New Eden, and
I burnt it all down, because
I did not love myself first.
If you’re reading this,
if you have your person,
if they give you strength,
if they show you the absolute best of yourself, and
sees the fire in your eyes.
Don’t hold back that love,
don’t wait to say anything,
don’t allow outward opinion manipulate you in any sense.
This world needs more love, and
it is rare as hell to find something sincere
which you don’t have to even think of second guessing it.
Love has no upper limit, and
you should be feeling it,
even through the hard times.
You should. So,
Love the hell out of your hate,
Love the hell out of yourself,
Love the hell out of your person.
